Why is he smirking... Is he planning on spreading this information to everyone in the office?!
"Wha... What are you talking about... I'm... I'm not gay?" I replied with my words twisting into a question. I was so nervous my mind couldn't even form an accurate sentence.
"Hah. You can't fool me." Doyle grinned as I heard the bolt of the cubicle shutting.
My pupils dilated as I felt myself shaking. What is he planning on doing? I've read multiple articles regarding workplace bullying where someone is ridiculed and bossed around until they quit. Is he going to do the same to me?!
As I kept my eyes down from fear of looking at his face, I felt his hot gaze in my direction.
"... Lenford... Why won't you look at me?"
My eyes widened from the sound of his voice that was laced in concern and sadness. I hesitated to look up as I fidgeted around with my fingers.
Suddenly, my face was forcefully pulled to look in Doyle's direction. I immediately shut my eyes as I anticipated a punch to my cheek.
Moments passed and I dared pry my eyes open. Upon fluttering my eyelids open, my eyes locked with Doyle's. I opened my mouth in shock but no words came out.
"... Why... is your eyes red?" Doyle asked as he caught me by surprise. I flinched as I felt a shiver run down my spine. His face was close to mine and I could feel his hot breath lingering in the small distance between us.
"Wha... wha...." I tried to question him, but my mind was flooded with the thought of our close proximity.
"Did you cry?!" Doyle's voice echoed in the toilet as I flinched from his sudden words.
I then felt a gentle stroke on my cheeks as I noticed Doyle's calloused thumb stroking me below my eye. Why is he acting like this all of a sudden?
"Was it because of earlier?" Doyle broke the silence as his deep voice infiltrated my thoughts.
"Huh...?"
"What that guy said."
"..."
As I averted my eyes at his question, I felt my hands clench and my eyes starting to tear. I hesitated to say anything when I felt my face being guided to look at Doyle's again.
I shut my eyes in a hurry because I felt ashamed and frustrated with myself, hoping that he would at least leave me to sulk. Suddenly, I felt a light brush on my lips as I felt a streak of lightning course through my body.
I blinked my eyes open in shock as I found myself face to face with Doyle. His face was closer than before and his eyes held onto mine. I felt a flush on my cheeks as I tried to avert my gaze. He didn't... did he...?
Almost as if an answer to my question, Doyle pulled me close to him as he mashed our lips together again. My eyes grew blurry as I shut them, taking in the heat I felt from my lips.
The tears from earlier slid down from my cheeks as I felt my face grow hotter. Doyle's tongue prodded at my lips, forcing them to open as he nibbled my lower lip.
I gave in and felt his hot tongue tasting the crevices of my mouth. His tongue then slid from my teeth as he teased my own. He suckled at my tongue as he continued to kiss me deeply.
I found myself moaning as I unconsciously gripped onto his neck, pulling him closer. What am I doing...?
As he pulled away from me, we both breathed haggardly as I felt a line of saliva running down my chin. I stared at him hazily as I unconsciously reached up to touch my lips. It felt a little swollen.
My mouth felt empty as I stared at Doyle's lips. His kisses felt really good... And warm...
I shook my head as I tried to regain my senses. What the heck am I doing?! Especially with this guy!
I tried to push against him to leave the cubicle, only for him to hold me by my waist with one arm while the other slid against my chest.
"Le... let me go! What are you doing?!"
"Len... why deny it? I know you enjoy this."
"What?! N-no... Do– Let Me... Go... Ah..."
Doyle had started to nibble on my neck as his hands caressed my chest. I moaned from his touch as I felt his heat emanating from above my clothes.
My body shivered as I felt the cloth starting to rub on my skin. The heat from his touch felt good against my skin even though I wanted to deny it. I also felt a little dissatisfied from my earlier situation. So this act he was committing was really making me aroused.
"Wait... no... nnn..." I moaned as I felt his calloused hands run across my bare chest. When did he unbutton them?
"Shh... just close your eyes. I know you enjoy it." Doyle's voice resounded in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as I felt my legs give out.
"Ah..." I moaned as I fell onto my knees. I looked at Doyle as I tried to mask the fact that I had just ejaculated.
It was so embarrassing. All he did was touch me. And yet... as I looked up to his face, the lighting covered his visage, rendering his expression to be unreadable.
"Did you cum?" Doyle asked me with a click of his tongue. I couldn't say anything as I felt a little disappointed in myself, but was suddenly hoisted onto Doyle's lap.
My jaw stiffened as I tried to avoid his eyes due to the sorry state I was in. I turned away from him and kept my eyes casted downwards when I noticed the bulge in his slacks.
My heart thumped in my chest as I whipped my head up to look at his expression. My eyes landed on his slightly flushed expression and parted lips as he pulled me closer to him by my buttocks.
I felt my face flush as I opened my mouth to complain, only for him to mash our lips together again.
I struggled to break free from his grasp as he then pulled me closer to him, pressing our bodies close to one another. I felt his bulge on my inner thigh and felt my stomach grow giddy.
As our lips parted, Doyle pulled me against his chest as his tongue ran down my neck. I shivered from the sensation when I noticed a cold feeling from my bottom half.
My slacks?! When did he pull them off? Even my underwear...
I pulled away from Doyle as I struggled to break free from his grasp. He didn't say anything but had a slightly irked expression. He then pulled me close to his body as his hands landed on my butt cheeks.
My face flushed red and I could feel the blood rush to my head as I slapped him hard across his face. He recoiled a little but kept his firm grip on my body. I felt a little bad for doing so as he had a really handsome face. Second to Rayson, of course.
"Is that all?" Doyle asked as he turned his heated gaze back to me. I felt my resolve waver as he then licked his upper lip. There was a small cut that was now bleeding. I nervously bit my bottom lip as I reached out to touch it.
"I... I'm sorry..."
"Oh yeah? Then... You will need to compensate me for that."
"Com... compensate?"
At my question, Doyle grinned mischievously as he kissed my outstretched hand. His tongue slid between my fingers as he suggestively sucked them.
"Compensate." I muttered, keeping my gaze locked on him.